Oh, the winds of change!
This photo was taken only months ago. In the meantime, the Gay Mulatto has seen his legacy destroyed and his backside all but kicked in the dustbin of history; the smug Englishman was unceremoniously told to resign after the Country told him what they think of him; the Italian bimbominchia (a nickname that will remain attached to him; I will avoid the translation…) received a suppository that makes Brexit seem worthy of a recount, and forced him to go (70% vote attendance, 60% against him; basically a televised rape). The last one, the insignificant chap you see ignored even by his own peers in the photo, has decided that he will admit defeat before he is even defeated.
Only one remains, the German Bitch, in Italy known under the affectionate nickname culona inchiavabile (I will not not translate that, either…). She has announced she will run again next year. I will say only this: make Germany great again!
What do the four mongrels have in common? They all have encouraged and steered the passing of legislation in favour of sexual perversion. It will now take a lot of time to reverse the damage they have done and, unless they and their accomplices repent, I am confident the Lord will find suitable pits in hell for them all. It will take time, but it can be done, and we just had a very impressive (multiple) demonstration of how fast things can change.
We must work every day on the recovery of sanity, and hope that we will see the day when the damage done by the mongrels and their accomplices has been completely reversed. But the mongrels are all gone or about to go now, and this is enough consolation for the day.
Today is the day David “call me gay” Cameron was, politely but firmly, evicted from Number 10 as The Icecold Bitch occupies the premises for… we shall see how long.
Cameron will very probably be remembered as a pathetic figure of politician. A man without any “real world” work experience apart from some PR work, he was the perfect example of what happens when people without faith, without scruple and without experience are given too much power.
Elected with the promise of driving a credible Conservative line with a more attractive PR package, Cameron soon began to eat his words and work at a radical “re-education” of the party. Six months after his election, the claim was let out to the press in five years' time he wanted half of the old party members out, substituted for new, more “modern” ones. This is exactly what happened, as the man alienated a growing number of traditional Conservatives, slowly but certainly fuelling the fortunes of the UKIP.
In 2010, he imposed the now notorious “Cameron Cuties” in a vast number of normally safe constituencies. The latter were the type of “new party” the man wanted to ram down the throat of the electorate: fags, women, minorities. It didn't work, and the “cuties” fared extremely badly, basically costing the man an otherwise assured absolute majority against the pathetic, painful to watch, and embarrassing to his mother Gordon Brown. This was another example of a man living in a bubble, and thinking that the Country thinks like his “progressive” wife and her friends.
Alas, Cameron avoided on that occasion the well-sharpened Conservative knives by managing to lead a coalition government. The arrangement was also after his own personal liking, as the liaison with the LibDems allowed him to run the country from the left of his party's centre of gravity. The most evident example of this is in the act that – bar repentance – will most certainly lead the man to hell: the “same-sex marriage” legislation he imposed on his own ranks and files in order to keep having sex with his extremely liberal, extremely meddling and extremely bitchy wife.
Cameron also refused a referendum prior to the ratification of the Lisbon Treaty, and again the coalition arrangement allowed him to get away with it. But in secular Toryland this caused a resentment far stronger than the opposition to the sexual abomination. In order to survive, he had to promise a referendum on the EU for after the 2015 elections; clearly thinking that the coalition to be formed in such a scenario would have prevented it. It was still all fine in Faggoland: an expected coalition victory against pathetic Ed Miliband, and no obligation to fight against the EU.
However, things changed radically in April 2015, when the total meltdown of the LibDems left Cameron with an unexpected – and, as I am totally sure, undesired – absolute majority. Things were becoming more difficult for him, now that he was held in power by Members of Parliament on average certainly more conservative than him. For the first time, the man would be held accountable for Conservative policies, no excuses given. Cameron was, for the first time, one who had to deliver, and no excuses allowed.
Those conservative MPs weren't very savage on same-sex marriage, but they felt the breath of the UKIP hounds on their neck and were (as a whole) far angrier about the EU. Cameron couldn't now avoid confronting the huge issue of the EU referendum. He had a last round of negotiation with the EU, out of which came little more than a PR exercise. It is absolutely not true, as I have read in the foreign press several times, that at this point Cameron chose to have the referendum. He simply knew he would not have survived without it, and the Conservative knives were being eagerly sharpened in case of refusal. He simply had no choice.
Still, he thought he could win easily. But once again, his arrogance and absence of real world work experience proved a great limit and, in this case, his undoing. As things began to become complicated he leant too much out of the window for Remain, factually insulting as racists and xenophobic those MPs (around 40%) who were in favour of leaving. Big, big mistake, as even a strong leader can't seriously anger four tenths of his MPs; much less a weakling like Cameron.
A strong Remain victory would have probably saved him – at least for the time being – once again, but it was clear at the vigil of the vote that a narrow victory would not have been enough. If he has some brain, he must have known already around midnight of voting day that he was well and truly, ahem, same-sex screwed. At midnight of the Thursday I was expecting him not to survive until the following evening.
As we all know, the night went differently, and Cameron announced his departure when the Friday was still very young. There was no feeling of a historic moment, as when Thatcher or Blair left. There was, rather, the feeling that this one was already forgotten, a dwarf swallowed by events – the progressive awakening of an electorate told too much rubbish for too long – far bigger than his little, slick, oily self.
The man will be remembered as a giant failure: unable to win a majority against even Gordon Brown, pushing the party in an urbanite, Demi-fag direction resented by millions, bitching against the EU but unable to carve an acceptable role for Britain within it, and finally buried by a referendum he did not want, was forced to start, and played miserably.
The best indication of the scale of the man's failure is given by the two “achievements” his friends and allies are now trying to sell to an extremely sceptical population: the economic recovery (which is a worldwide phenomenon and economic cycle he can certainly not attribute to himself) and the so-called “same-sex marriage”, the contrary of everything decent or conservative.
The PM of six years was booed, basically on his way out of office, by the public of Wimbledon after a Brit had just won. He wasn't even allowed a dignified exit. He was recognised for the phony and fraud he has always been, and treated accordingly.
If he thinks he got a hard deal, he only has to die unrepentant and he will discover what real trouble really looks like.
Good riddance, David Cameron. I doubt you will save your soul, but I will say a prayer for a hypocritical sellout of conservatism like you, too.
I have not written a single blog post about Brexit. The main reason is that I had other, more directly Catholic issues to cover; the other reason is that I never thought the Brexit camp could win. Even when, some ten days ago, the polls started to indicate a Leave lead, I immediately thought the “scare” would cause a rebound of “remain” vote intentions in the following days. This punctually happened, to the extent that the financial markets – with the big actors commissioning their own polls, more accurate than your average newspaper will be able to afford – were already putting a lot of money where their polls were.
The surprise was, therefore, big. Nor was it only the weather (dismal in the strongerst “remain Country”, London; acceptable of beautiful in large part ps of “Leave” territory) which helped. The extent of the “Leave” victory makes abundantly clear that weather can be no excuse.
What helped is the resilience, self-confidence and sheer balls of a Country ready to dare what, before today, no other EU Country would have dared to do.
Hats off to the British people. Yesterday, they showed us the stuff out of which Empires are made.
I easily predict that this is a mortal stab wound, from which the EU will never recover. Surely, this evil institution will go on another decade or two, increasingly lacerated by internal strife and the stupidity of its ruling classes, who I'll go on exasperating the common people until even the Germans dare to revolt. But the writing is on the wall.
This day will be remembered in one thousand years. It is the mortal wounding of the most pernicious, subtle, dangerous project of subversion of democracy ever attempted. Not only this vote changes Britain forever. It changes the EU Countries forever.
Mind my words: in the next 10 or 15 years Brexit will prove not only a triumph of national sovereignty against the dictatorship of bureaucrats, but it will also prove such a success for the British economy (particularly if Scotland does us the favour and freaks off already) that will put to shame the undemocratic, anti-Christian, nannying EU elephant.
Yesterday, the Brits have shown that a remainder of those qualities that made their wonderful Empire (self-reliance, tenacity, and sheer courage) still runs through the Country's vein.
They should be proud.
Today it's a new dawn. It truly is the start of a new era. A day that will be remembered in one thousand years.
Hat offs to this nation of proud islanders. They may not fully realise it, but yesterday they have, inter alia, mortally wounded the biggest and most dangerous anti-Christian threat on the European soul.